Note: 100 non-repeated words. There was a time, when she was my friend. Long before she was controlled by man Before governments could bend and mold her Time was different then. Instead of linear, she was deep Time wasn’t rushed; she had purpose She had…

Mother Tongue   I never forgot this language— the way my tongue should roll when I pronounce the words   The accent and expressions grab the phrases strongly   The sentences slip out of my mouth with an ease   The pen doesn’t fumble when…

The sunrise tells of Yet another unknown story Of days past, though it Would have to wait for the Sunset to conclude it.